Rain is a Blessing

Wet pages and rain
Pouring down
The asphalt streets.
This being now transforms
into a glorious
new person.
Rain, smells like
Sweet grass
On a summer’s day.
It’s stormy and cold
Bitter, to some.
But to me, rain is a blessing.
It makes the sidewalks
Sparkle.
It makes clear dew drops
On every rose, plant, or tree.
It brings out green,
And covers the sky with gray.
Rain is magnificent,
A spirit of the sky.
God’s teardrops.
Rain is relief,
Showing the hidden beauty within all creatures.
It makes you bundle up.
In warm scarves, mittens, gloves, sweaters,
And heavy rain jackets.
Rain boots love to slosh
In unsuspecting puddles.
The rain is so peaceful,
A quiet, so serene.
If you’d ever stop to listen.
Rain is power
The strength within us all,
Our weaknesses washing away.
It startles, and shakes you awake.
Rain is fresh and pure;
A true blessing.
Rain is hope, a future, a new world.
It brings out umbrellas, hot cocoa, tea, and coffee.
It rattles your taste buds;
Washes away all grime
that gets stopped up in the pessimistic drain.
Rain brings forth new life;
A handsome new beginning.
Rain is a blessing, a hope, a dream.
Rain is everything good and simple.